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Poetry » Life » A Slasher's POV font: B s : A A A . width: full 3/4 1/2
Author: Ripped wings of a Butterfly
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-19-07 - Updated: 03-19-07 - Complete - id:2335673

AN: this is done using freeverse.. So those who can relate.. review me.

A Slasher’s POV

I stood grieving at the corner

Weeping, tearing my eyes out

Thedarkness starting to envelope

Broken, shattered pieces of glass surround me

I picked it up, examined it

Slowly, placing it on my wrist

Disgusted at myself to why it end up like these

Your pathetic”

No buts, no regrets

It all has to end

A thin red line showed

Trickles of blood fell down

Unto the marble flooring

I snickered and laughed

This show is making me crazy

I intend to make another one

But a shadow of light appeared

It can’t be

It’s your entire fault”

You can’t be here

I felt a sudden twist of pain around me

Fury grasped my face

The hell of a coincidence for you to show up

Makes me full of nausea

You had to show in times like these

All I intend was for you to “get the hell out”

I stood and barely tumbled

Ready to strike you’re angelic face

Nothing

Just do it”

None came

I was aghast at what you did

You hold me close

And stroked my back

Like a child

I balled my fists

Shameful, at myself

"Please… stop it.”

"I’ll be here, I won’t give up”

And I’ll never lose you

Tragic, as they all say

Who am I to judge them?

They all mind their foolish lives

Pointing at your weak spot

And crushing it

“Screw them all”



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